Chapter 375

• Not to mention he personally ended the child in Zayla Steele’s belly, and indirectly broke her legs, locking her to a wheelchair. Just like Zayla said: a bird can’t live without its wings.
• “Bang—” Joaquin Latham dropped to his knees. Sharp gravel bit into his kneecaps. The dull ache rolled in, but he didn’t seem to feel a thing—not even a twitch of his brow. He stared, dazed, at the intact half of Zayla’s face, then reached out his hand.
• Pain tore across the back of his hand. Nian Nian had clamped down on him, growling low, a sound thick with fury and tears.